[Intro: Sideshow]
Yeah, nah where the sheets at?
You got the sheets?
Aight, for sure nigga, I'm dryin' the phone right now nigga chill the fuck out
[Verse 1: Sideshow]
My father the accountant, show me how the money work
My homie the plug, show me hundred pounds of work
But the homie fucked up, his money poppin' all them percs
Got cut off, now I'm poppin', let's just say all them niggas hurt
My brother, Rico, they shot him, swear to God it hurt me
Need to see my [?] leave Earth
I sold my OG drugs, it wasn't worth it
'Cause the last time I seen him man, he was slurrin' his words
Won't lie, sometimes his ignorance I prefer
Gives me peace of mind, 'cause I'm knowin', I know it's much worse
Sold drugs, slipped the money inside of my mom's purse
'Cause before I love the money, I'm lovin' my moms first
I need that western bread, then I'm going east with it
Tell the queen I need some head
But shawty I won't never beg
I got a .30 by my briefs I might bust that 12 with
And I been in the field for the stretch
Niggas talking mad shit, get pressed
Niggas popping mad pills, that's press
Niggas flexing mad bills, they next
On my list, I stressed
I don't need nobody's acceptance
And homie I don't need respect
Matter fact, I'ma need your necklace
And when I slide, your pride I'ma leave you with
Check his pockets, take his shoes, and leave no witness
'Cause I don't need police in my shit
Need some money to free Fleezy with
Need some seeds to plant some trees with it
Bands infused to feed my people with
Been in the dark and now they see we lit
Got niggas mad, they girl with me and her bikini strippin'
Seen better days from all the Ps that we flipped
Duckin' 12, COVID-19, and all these lynchings
Keep my G lock in a mask man, I don't need no symptoms
And my sheets and funnel
[Verse 2: Mavi]
Where the sheets?
Where the sheets?
Nigga roll the shit up
Yeah, man
My pop showed me the motor and the cold and the blower and to roll up
I can almost chuck my pains up out this old truck
Living under the old sun, sound like Barbosa
And UV couldn't get too close to him, he get toast up
Any leak that's snipped by fishermans but not grieved
Indiscretion of men to lemon
So what I believe from slot we feed
Monopoly board, amosite, conquer peace
Mil', three cribs is an apartment piece
Scan my carpet when I drop a pink
Scan the parking lot for cops, cruisers turning into Hydras
I was diphenhydramine poppin' in ninth grade just to try to sleep
Had all the Nyquil but just not a sneeze
They couldn't hack it when they got their jackets, we couldn't jack it
We was making rackets, chasing racks and saving half the fashion
Was only a fraction, eyes crack as early as math
Wisecrack, the whip and space-time continuum
In my grasp, I pity the atom before I scatter 'em
Knowing the only disorder is growing out these patterns
A perfect atmosphere become a padded room
My girl miscast by [?], reach into that wound, this is your life
You never knew you would fight for it until you could've lost it
Now you feel obnoxious looking back at forfeits, no more blushing
Too much carbon extracted and too few fossils, no more blood
Money soaking our existence, no more us and so it goes
Man playing coach, play it how it go and get it how you live
Crazy how you barely knowing shawty she out from out your rib
Crazy that you could be shot visiting the house you built
And niggas always ask me why I make this shit about myself
I put the city on the brim of my hat
And in the mid of my back, I gave away pieces of my heart
Know I ain't getting them back
Threw 'em over the Ops showed her like Lonzo
Store the dope in the console where the tires go
My eyes low baby, eight bring the chest pound like Milo
[Outro]
Yeah
Mavi, Sideshow
Smoking like a hit from the Fronto
Eight bring the chest pound like Milo
Mavi, Sideshow smoking like the Fronto
[?]
Damn son
How many [?] we done smoked?
[?] how many [?] we done smoked?
Who kept- anybody countin'?
Man, somebody be countin' man
Man, this shit gotta stop
Man, shit ain't never gon' stop
Yeah, nah where the sheets at?
You got the sheets?
Aight, for sure nigga, I'm dryin' the phone right now nigga chill the fuck out
[Verse 1: Sideshow]
My father the accountant, show me how the money work
My homie the plug, show me hundred pounds of work
But the homie fucked up, his money poppin' all them percs
Got cut off, now I'm poppin', let's just say all them niggas hurt
My brother, Rico, they shot him, swear to God it hurt me
Need to see my [?] leave Earth
I sold my OG drugs, it wasn't worth it
'Cause the last time I seen him man, he was slurrin' his words
Won't lie, sometimes his ignorance I prefer
Gives me peace of mind, 'cause I'm knowin', I know it's much worse
Sold drugs, slipped the money inside of my mom's purse
'Cause before I love the money, I'm lovin' my moms first
I need that western bread, then I'm going east with it
Tell the queen I need some head
But shawty I won't never beg
I got a .30 by my briefs I might bust that 12 with
And I been in the field for the stretch
Niggas talking mad shit, get pressed
Niggas popping mad pills, that's press
Niggas flexing mad bills, they next
On my list, I stressed
I don't need nobody's acceptance
And homie I don't need respect
Matter fact, I'ma need your necklace
And when I slide, your pride I'ma leave you with
Check his pockets, take his shoes, and leave no witness
'Cause I don't need police in my shit
Need some money to free Fleezy with
Need some seeds to plant some trees with it
Bands infused to feed my people with
Been in the dark and now they see we lit
Got niggas mad, they girl with me and her bikini strippin'
Seen better days from all the Ps that we flipped
Duckin' 12, COVID-19, and all these lynchings
Keep my G lock in a mask man, I don't need no symptoms
And my sheets and funnel
[Verse 2: Mavi]
Where the sheets?
Where the sheets?
Nigga roll the shit up
Yeah, man
My pop showed me the motor and the cold and the blower and to roll up
I can almost chuck my pains up out this old truck
Living under the old sun, sound like Barbosa
And UV couldn't get too close to him, he get toast up
Any leak that's snipped by fishermans but not grieved
Indiscretion of men to lemon
So what I believe from slot we feed
Monopoly board, amosite, conquer peace
Mil', three cribs is an apartment piece
Scan my carpet when I drop a pink
Scan the parking lot for cops, cruisers turning into Hydras
I was diphenhydramine poppin' in ninth grade just to try to sleep
Had all the Nyquil but just not a sneeze
They couldn't hack it when they got their jackets, we couldn't jack it
We was making rackets, chasing racks and saving half the fashion
Was only a fraction, eyes crack as early as math
Wisecrack, the whip and space-time continuum
In my grasp, I pity the atom before I scatter 'em
Knowing the only disorder is growing out these patterns
A perfect atmosphere become a padded room
My girl miscast by [?], reach into that wound, this is your life
You never knew you would fight for it until you could've lost it
Now you feel obnoxious looking back at forfeits, no more blushing
Too much carbon extracted and too few fossils, no more blood
Money soaking our existence, no more us and so it goes
Man playing coach, play it how it go and get it how you live
Crazy how you barely knowing shawty she out from out your rib
Crazy that you could be shot visiting the house you built
And niggas always ask me why I make this shit about myself
I put the city on the brim of my hat
And in the mid of my back, I gave away pieces of my heart
Know I ain't getting them back
Threw 'em over the Ops showed her like Lonzo
Store the dope in the console where the tires go
My eyes low baby, eight bring the chest pound like Milo
[Outro]
Yeah
Mavi, Sideshow
Smoking like a hit from the Fronto
Eight bring the chest pound like Milo
Mavi, Sideshow smoking like the Fronto
[?]
Damn son
How many [?] we done smoked?
[?] how many [?] we done smoked?
Who kept- anybody countin'?
Man, somebody be countin' man
Man, this shit gotta stop
Man, shit ain't never gon' stop
( Sideshow )
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